The last dream I remember was set aboard a space station in orbit ~ apparently not the International Space Station, although that's what I thought it was during the dream. The most notable feature of this station was an immense picture window looking down on the Earth; I then watched as meteors fell toward the half-shadowed Earth and a narrative voice suggested that the meteors were actually agents of some malevolent force. However, I was more curious why anyone had hauled such a huge piece of glass into space, and how likely it was to shatter or come loose and depressurize the roughly-spherical space where I was. That in turn led to me wondering why I'd been sent into space without being told where the spacesuits and airlocks were in case of trouble. It didn't occur to me to question why I wasn't weightless, and was able to huddle against a wall opposite the window.
Whereas the Earth initially appeared to be quite far away at first, suggesting a high orbit, the view then shifted to show the shadowed Earth whizzing by at a very close distance (as evidenced by strings of city lights and highways). Indeed, the station seemed to be moving among cumulus clouds and at first I thought this might be a bad sign that the station was about to crash any minute. However, the lack of alarms suggested that it was normal for the station to fly so low. (Whereas the ISS normally orbits at an altitude of more than 200 miles, most clouds occupy the troposphere which is generally less than 10 miles high.)